by Abigail Roux
Nick huffed, smirking. “Only when I know I’m not going back to work.”
Kelly put it between his lips and lit up. The tip glowed as he took a long drag, then he rested his head against Nick’s arm and closed his eyes. Nick took the blunt from his fingers, his eyes not leaving Kelly’s face.
Kelly released the smoke in a slow stream, not moving. “I won’t hurt you. And I know you won’t hurt me. So fuck it, Irish, let’s try this.”
Nick took a hit and pondered Kelly’s words. They passed it between them several more times, watching the sun set against the mountain peaks.
“We’ll never be the same,” Nick finally said. He needed to know that Kelly had thought this through, that he was aware of what the morning light would reveal.
Kelly barked a laugh. “We pole-vaulted over that last night.”
Nick leaned closer, curling his arm around Kelly’s shoulders. He brushed his nose along Kelly’s neck, just behind his ear. Kelly inhaled sharply. The goose bumps rose on his arms and he turned his head into the contact.
Nick brushed his lips against Kelly’s cheek.
“You really think this can go bad?” Kelly whispered. “When everything about it feels so fucking good?”
Nick breathed in deeply, truly giving the question thought rather than letting his gut reaction take over. “Only if we let it, I guess,” he finally decided, his lips moving against Kelly’s cheek.
“Do you trust me?” Kelly asked.
“You know I do.” Nick gripped Kelly’s chin, pulling his face until their lips met. Kelly immediately leaned into him, groaning as Nick’s teeth scraped over his lip, as their tongues met and teased. The kiss was so consuming that Nick got lost in it, all his senses absorbed by it. It was still crazy to think this was the Doc he was kissing, to think he was getting turned on just sitting here and kissing Kelly. He would have to pole-vault over that hurdle too, because this was too damn good to pass up just because it was weird.
He sucked Kelly’s bottom lip between his one last time before ending the kiss and pulling back with a gasp for air.
Kelly licked at his lips, forcing his eyes open to meet Nick’s. “Okay, see that? That’s good stuff. I think we should do more of that.”
“Remember what I told you about thinking?” Nick asked, voice lowered.
Kelly’s breath hitched. “How could I forget?”
Nick released his hold on Kelly’s chin, running his fingers up to brush along his cheekbone. Kelly’s eyes were a shade close to blue, with hints of green and gray depending on what reflected in them. Nick had always been fascinated by Kelly’s eyes. He’d maybe even fantasized about kissing him a few times, but he’d never lusted after him.
Not until now.
“I’m going to be honest with you right now,” he said, voice gruff. “I’m hard in my fucking jeans just thinking about what I could do to you.”
Kelly chuckled, his eyes growing darker as they dilated. Nick couldn’t stop looking into them.
“But we’re going to have to be high or drunk or both the first few times we do this, because it’s too fucking weird to kiss you otherwise.”
Kelly nodded. “I agree to those terms.”
“Good. You want to go upstairs and get fucked?”
Kelly stuffed the blunt back into his pocket and grabbed Nick’s shoulder, using him to push himself off the swing. “Come on.”
Nick began to laugh, moving slowly as Kelly tried to rush him. “How’s your chest?”
“It pulls. But it doesn’t hurt enough to refuse a second helping of last night, so come on.”
Nick stared at him, letting the nerves settle a little more before Kelly pulled him to his feet. He took hold of Kelly’s hips and stopped him before he could turn away, pulling their bodies together. Kelly had to tip his head back to meet Nick’s eyes.
“It’s just sex, right?” Nick whispered.
Kelly narrowed his eyes, then began to grin. “Don’t punk out on me now, O’Flaherty.”
Nick grunted as Kelly pushed away from him. “Those are my terms,” he called after him.
“Come on,” Kelly said, disappearing inside. “Let’s go get stoned and fuck.”
Nick watched him for a moment before shrugging and following. He trailed behind Kelly as he made his way up the stairs. Kelly had been right: he was much steadier without the painkillers. But he also moved slower and more gingerly. Nick was having second thoughts about this by the time he was halfway up the stairs. Kelly was obviously still in pain, and Nick knew exactly what kind of damage he could when he got worked up.
When he reached the head of the stairs, Kelly stood near the end of the bed, waiting with a tentative half smile on his face. “This feels like a prom date or something,” he said.
Nick nodded, glancing around the loft bedroom with another flutter of nerves. “We’ve already altered our relationship with last night,” he said. “We’ll never get that back.”
“I know,” Kelly said softly.
“We can stop here and just go to sleep.”
Kelly narrowed his eyes, a smile flitting across his lips. “You’re going to look for the exit at every turn, aren’t you?”
Nick huffed.
Kelly began to unbutton his shirt. “Well there ain’t no exits on this ride, babe, ’cause I know all your tricks.”
Nick grinned. He watched the slow reveal, something he’d rarely let himself linger over in the past. Kelly had some fucking incredible shoulders and arms, that much was for sure. And the rest of him might as well have been an amusement park, as fun as he was to explore. Nick would have to retrain his way of thinking if they were going to be fucking and he was actually allowed to leer now. He licked his lips, reaching up to pull at the buttons of his soft flannel shirt.
“From now on I’m just going to have to jump you, aren’t I?” Kelly asked with a laugh. “Talking doesn’t work on you, but getting naked does.”
Nick tossed his shirt toward the nearby chair. Kelly let his own shirt drop to the floor.
“From now on?” Nick repeated.
“That’s right.”
“How long are we talking about here?”
“As long as we’re happy?” Kelly suggested. His hands moved to the band of his sweatpants and shoved them down. He was growing hard just standing there with Nick’s eyes on him. “As long as we’re having fun. As long as you’re not panicking because you think you’re in a relationship.”
Nick licked his lips again, blatantly watching as Kelly stepped out of his pants. Kelly spread his arms wide, inviting Nick to look. Inviting him to do a hell of a lot more than look.
“Isn’t that how it’s done?”
Nick shook his head and slowly moved toward Kelly, looking him up and down as he circled him.
“I’m not asking you to buy the milk, O’Flaherty, I just want you to grope the cow,” Kelly said, trying to hide a sly smile by biting his lip.
Nick chuckled and stepped up behind him. He slid his hands over Kelly’s waist, pulling their bodies together. Kelly hummed, and Nick bent to kiss the back of Kelly’s shoulder.
Kelly turned his head, his nose brushing Nick’s hair. “Come on, Lucky. You think I can’t feel how much you want this?”
Nick inhaled sharply, rubbing his hard cock against Kelly’s ass. One hand gripped Kelly’s hip while the other dragged up his body, avoiding the new scar on his chest and finally coming to rest just under Kelly’s neck. He could feel the rise and fall of Kelly’s increasingly labored breathing.
“I’d give anything to fuck you tonight,” Nick hissed in Kelly’s ear. Before he knew what he was doing, his hand had ventured higher and tightened at Kelly’s throat. His forefinger and thumb rested on the defined edges of Kelly’s jaw.
“Why won’t you?” Kelly gasped. His pulse raced under Nick’s fingertips.
Nick closed his eyes. “I told you once. I’m not going to hurt you.” He kissed Kelly’s shoulder again, then his neck. Kelly groaned, vibrating Nick’
s palm. Nick tugged him, turning them around and walking Kelly a few steps until he was facing the wall. He took care to be gentle when he pushed Kelly against it, still holding him by his neck and hip.
Kelly’s hands came up to press against the wall and he blew an unsteady stream of air out. He was trembling.
He put his lips to Kelly’s ear and hummed, the sound low and rumbling. He closed his eyes and thrust his hips against Kelly’s ass again, trying to be calm, trying to be gentle. He could imagine what it would be like to slide inside Kelly and make him writhe and scream, to take him on his knees. His grip tightened on Kelly’s throat as he thought about it.
“Jesus Christ,” Kelly gasped. “I don’t know why I find this so fucking hot, but I do.”
“Okay,” Nick grumbled. “You’re going to have to stop reminding me you’ve never done this before.”
He forced Kelly’s head to the side and strained to be able to kiss him over his shoulder. Kelly growled against his mouth, nipping at his lip and tongue, his body pushing back against Nick’s as he tried to turn. Nick shoved him harder to the wall, tightening his grip. His bare chest pressed against Kelly’s warm back. The denim of his jeans caught at Kelly’s naked skin, his belt buckle digging in. He took his hand from Kelly’s hip and fumbled with his belt and zipper.
“Yeah,” Kelly breathed.
Nick shoved his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his cock, then reached down and guided it against the crack of Kelly’s ass. Kelly’s entire body tensed and he shoved up onto his toes to make him closer to Nick’s height. Nick shivered as Kelly’s reaction reverberated through him.
“I’m not going inside you,” he hissed in Kelly’s ear. Kelly nodded. “But I do plan on coming all over your ass, so buckle the fuck up.”
Kelly groaned again and Nick pulled back on his chin, forcing Kelly to look up at the ceiling. He pushed Kelly’s entire body against the wall, thrusting his hips and dry-humping him between his legs.
Kelly made a growling, whimpering sound. “Are you sure you won’t fuck me?”
Nick grunted, pressing his face against Kelly’s cheek. “I’d wreck you.”
“Sounds fun,” Kelly said, choking on the words.
Nick closed his eyes. “We’ll get there. Do you have condoms? Lube?” he asked, barely able to get the words out.
“Does it matter what kind?” Kelly asked. He was gritting his teeth and his eyes were closed.
“The kind you use when you get off.”
“Drawer by the bed.”
Nick stepped back, putting his hand between Kelly’s shoulder blades. “Stay.”
Kelly nodded, resting his forehead against the wall. He reached down to palm himself. “Do we really need condoms?” he asked.
Nick glanced back at him as he rummaged through the drawer. “Less mess.”
“Messy is hot as hell.” Kelly still hadn’t opened his eyes, and he was stroking himself languidly. “I trust you if you say we don’t need them.”
Nick’s stomach flipped. He’d never once been with someone he would trust at their word for going without a cover. But Kelly was different, and Nick didn’t even give it a second thought. He dropped the condom back into the drawer and returned to press against Kelly’s back. He reached around him, replacing Kelly’s hand with his own to stroke Kelly’s hard cock a few times. Then he gripped Kelly’s wrist and brought it back out, shoving it hard against the wall.
Their fingers twined together.
Nick kissed at Kelly’s neck. “Do me a favor, okay?” he whispered. Kelly nodded. “Don’t come until I’m ready to swallow it, you hear me?”
Kelly grunted and made another whimpering sound, but he nodded.
“I don’t care if I’m in the middle of shooting my load inside that sweet ass of yours, you start to come, you shove your dick down my throat any way you can.”
“Got it,” Kelly gasped. He grinned and rested his head back on Nick’s shoulder, his eyes still closed. “I got it. Holy fuck.”
Nick smiled and filled one hand with lubricant. He dropped the bottle and took himself in hand, stroking and covering his cock in lube.
He bent his head to kiss Kelly’s shoulder. Then he dragged his teeth over the skin, biting down. Kelly moaned and pushed his ass back against Nick’s cock.
“You like that?” Nick asked.
“I don’t know. I’m no longer in control of my ass.”
Nick laughed. He took his cock and slid the head between Kelly’s ass cheeks. “That’s because your ass is mine right now,” he growled, then bit down again on Kelly’s shoulder and rocked his hips harder. His slick cock slid easily, gliding against Kelly’s ass.
Kelly pushed back, shimmying his hips. Nick let Kelly’s hand go and grabbed his neck again, yanking his head back so he could kiss and bite and suck at his collarbone and jaw and neck. The sounds Kelly made with each nip were intoxicating.
“Goddamn, I want to eat you alive,” Nick snarled, pulling a desperate moan from Kelly. Kelly’s knees were going weak, though, and he seemed to be using all his strength to keep his chest from hitting the wall. Nick worked harder to hold him up, reminding himself to be gentler as he worked his hips, seeking friction for his thrusts. He reached around Kelly with his slick hand and palmed his cock, beginning to stroke him, his movements forcing Kelly to fuck his hand.
Kelly rose on his toes again. He exhaled in a gust. Nick shoved Kelly’s head to the side and their lips sought each other out, sucking and biting, their tongues lapping. Nick found the tight ring of muscle at Kelly’s ass with the head of his cock, pushing at it with a careful thrust.
Kelly moaned wantonly, and the sound went straight to Nick’s throbbing cock. Kelly’s jumped in Nick’s hand, the tip leaking against his thumb.
“If I beg, will you shove that into me?” Kelly asked.
“No,” Nick ground out. He thrust harder though, pressing at those muscles, making Kelly think he could enter him. There was no way he’d force himself past those tense muscles, though, not for the first time.
“Jesus Christ, Nick,” Kelly gasped. His hands splayed against the wall.
Nick moaned, pressing his face into Kelly’s neck. He took advantage of the tension pouring off Kelly’s body, of the chance to let Kelly feel Nick’s cock pressing at those muscles.
Their panting breaths mingled together. Kelly’s strangled gasps were loud in Nick’s ears. He pushed his ass back, obviously liking the feeling and wanting more. With some patience and preparation, Kelly was going to be one hell of an entertaining bottom. Nick could imagine exactly what it would be like to stretch him out on a bed and lay into him.
“Kels,” Nick ground out, desperately fighting back his orgasm.
“Come on, Nick!” Kelly shouted. He reached back and dug his fingernails into Nick’s ribs, breaking the skin as he dragged them. Nick shouted and tightened his grip on Kelly’s neck, pulling his whole body away from the wall and then slamming him into it as he came.
Kelly talked the whole way through, mumbling to him, begging him, groaning and moaning. Nick held to him as they both gasped and grunted, as his cum spurted between Kelly’s legs and against his ass.
“Jesus fucking Christ that feels good,” Kelly finally panted.
Nick pushed away from him, taking hold of his shoulder and turning him to press his back against the wall. Kelly was biting his lip, his eyes fluttering as he tried and failed to keep them open. Nick stepped close and kissed him, diving into it. Kelly’s hands tangled in his hair.
Nick growled into the languid kiss. All sense of urgency had leaked out of both of them, and Nick’s palm was covered in cum that wasn’t his. He pulled away from the kiss. “You came, didn’t you?”
Kelly began to laugh, curling around Nick and pressing their bodies closer.
“Jackass,” Nick muttered against his lips.
Kelly stretched out on the lounger on the small balcony outside his bedroom. The stars winked overhead. The moon shone down, bright on his bare
skin. It was cool enough that Nick had gone back inside for a blanket, because neither of them was willing to get dressed again.
Nick’s cum was drying between his legs. He’d refused to clean up because he wanted to feel it there. It was a singularly odd sensation, but Kelly was digging it. In fact, it was sexy as hell. He was all for new experiences, after all.
He was also pretty sure there was going to be a handprint on his neck. Bite marks on his shoulder. Jesus Christ, that was hot. And he’d actually been compelled to put Neosporin on Nick’s ribs where he’d drawn blood.
He heard Nick bang into something and cuss it up and down before stumbling out onto the balcony. Kelly snickered as Nick wrapped the blanket around his shoulders and cursed the table one more time.
“I’m pretty sure that wasn’t there before,” Nick grumbled.
Kelly laughed harder. “I’m pretty sure it was.”
“Shut up.”
“You’re high.”
“Oh, look at the pothead calling the kettle names,” Nick said in a singsong voice as he settled onto the wide chaise beside Kelly. They both laughed harder. Nick pulled the blanket over them, and the warmth of his naked body against Kelly’s was so welcome that Kelly turned into it. A moment later Nick had his arm under Kelly’s neck, giving him a cushion to rest his head on, and he wrapped his arm around Kelly to pull him closer. Their temples pressed together as they both looked up at the night sky.
“Jesus,” Nick muttered. “Even out on the water the stars aren’t like this.”
Kelly hummed in agreement and passed Nick the blunt they’d started on earlier. Nick brought out the lighter he’d retrieved with the blanket.
Kelly wasn’t sure he should have found it sexy to watch Nick light the thing. He’d seen him do it a hundred times before. They were the only members of Sidewinder who appreciated the intricacies of herbal refreshment, so they’d done this together a lot over the years, sneaking away and sitting under the stars to share a hit. But this was the first time Kelly had ever appreciated Nick’s form.
He was falling hard and fast and he didn’t care why or how. Wrapped up in this blanket under the stars, he could admit that. He always fell fast, though, and he knew Nick. Nick could smell someone falling in love from a mile away. Kelly had seen him bolt like a scared whitetail deer more than once, so he’d have to be careful.
